GPS: Girl Positively loSt.

I’ve never claimed to be good at directions.

I’m no boy scout.

Tonight, instead of sending my lovely give-a-way prizes via the postal system, I decided to get off my lazy butt and deliver them myself. And I couldn’t find any stamps.

I got lost.

                Very lost.

I have a GPS in my car. Kinda forgot how to use it, no big deal.

I passed Jenna’s house seven times. I felt like a creeper. Promise I’m not.

I hit a dip in the road super hard, thought that I injured my car.

Trying to find Allie’s house, that’s where my trouble started.

I got really lost somewhere between PG and Cedar Hills. But, I knew how to get to my friends house from where I was. So, I proceeded to go see Cymoni. She and Brett helped me MapQuest my destination. If only I was good at using such things.

I got lost again. It’s been over an hour since I’ve left my house. I then decide to just go home and send it in the mail, I’ll struggle and find a stamp.

As I’m trying to figure out how to get out of this maze, a cute older lady comes to my window and asks,

                “I’ve seen you drive past my house over ten times. Are you lost?”

                “I’m not a creeper! Promise! I’m looking for Allison Love’s house.”

                “The Love's? They live right there.”

She pointed kitty corner to her house.

I was right there.

Heavens.